Page 101 of Wicked Tricks

I showed him the keys, “she’s gone.”

“Are you okay?” he whispered into my ear.

I nodded, “I am, actually.”

He turned me around, smirking down at me, “so this is all yours now, huh?”

“I guess,” I shrugged.

“Even this office?” he asked gruffly, planting a kiss on my jawline.

I smirked as his hands trailed down my body.

“Yep.”

“Hmm,” he said into my hair, before kissing my neck, “even that desk?”

I nodded, as he gripped my back, pulling me close to his hard body as he nibbled his way down my neck to my chest.

“Good,” he said, turning away from me and locking the door to my new office, “because I need you. Right now.”

“Oh really,” I teased.

He nodded, a darkness in his eyes as he looked me up and down.

He swept me up with a growl and tangled his fingers into my hair as he kissed me with urgency. I ran my nails down his arms, feeling the tense muscles of his biceps that supported my weight as he walked us both over to the desk.

He set me down, pulling away from our kiss and watching me, studying my face and pushing stray strands of hair behind my ear.

“You’ll always be mine, Roma,” he said against my lips, “you’ll never hurt again. You’ll always be protected.”

“I don’t need your protection, Antoni,” I said stubbornly.

He grinned down at me, the playfulness returning to his eyes that made my heart skip a beat, “well, I could always use more muscle.”

“Now you’re talking,” I smirked, before he chuckled deeply, bent down and literally swept me off my feet.

The fear fell away, the anxiety fell away, and I let out a type of laugh that I hadn’t heard from myself before. Things would be different now, but I wasn’t so worried. I knew that with Antoni and my girls by my side, I wouldn’t need to fight quite so hard.

The war with myself was finally coming to an end.

From now on, it was him and I against the world - and I wasn’t scared anymore.

The End.

27

Epilogue

Rome

Ilaid in our bed, alone.

Though he said he’d only take an hour, it had been well past that by now. I sighed as I sat up, scooting to the end of the bed and crossing my arms. Even after all the extra time I spent procrastinating in the shower, and then squeezing myself into the lacy contraption that Antoni had picked out for me. I could still hear the faint muffled screams coming from the floor beneath me.

So he still wasn’t finished.

With a huff, I got up and pulled on my black satin bathrobe, tying tightly around my waist. I tiptoed barefoot through Antoni’s beach house, through the kitchen and into the laundry room.

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